The party ends without any further incidents. Tiara apologizes to Dawn for her earlier behavior, but Dawn brushes it off, knowing it wasn’t Tiara’s fault. Meanwhile, Jim takes over handling the remaining responsibilities after Travis excuses himself, citing a headache. After changing into comfortable clothes, Dawn decides to take another shower. She dislikes the lingering smell of wine on her skin. However, when she steps out of the walk-in closet, she notices Travis lying on the couch. His expression is tense and pained. Taking a deep breath, she reminds herself that sometimes she must fulfill her duties as a wife. And, as a decent human being, she doesn’t want to be cruel. Quietly, she heads to the kitchen to brew some tea. The aroma of ginger wafts through the air, stirring Travis, who glances in her direction. She’s gained some weight, he notes, unable to look away. A flicker of desire crosses his mind—the thought of resting his head on her shoulder while watching her cook
The party and all the events have left everyone so exhausted that everyone takes a day off to stay home, except for Travis, who returns to his company immediately. After Dawn wakes up, she finds her fridge stocked with all the things she’s been craving. Some of them, she’s never even mentioned. Each of Travis's actions only deepens the mystery, especially this one. Her brows furrow as she stares at the neatly organized shelves, her lips parting slightly in surprise. Right now, Dawn stands in the closet, her fingers brushing against the fabric of the new dresses. Her wardrobe has completely changed—everything from the design to the clothes. Her eyes narrow in thought, her lips pressing into a thin line. She has no idea how long it took Travis to do this, but she can’t help but wonder how he managed it. Between his work and the party arrangements, choosing clothes that suit her so perfectly wasn’t a simple task. As her mind races with questions about Travis's sudden changes, her pho
Dawn as planned, waits for Mr Holden in the exact café they always meet. She looks around, kinda missing Janet who is such a lovely girl. In this life, she has learnt about a lot of things, while what she knew from the beginning, turning into a mystery. She doesn't know if there's a side effect of everything, after all, she is going against the universe to change people's fate, her fate and her son's. She doesn't want to. Not the way that will make her regret. With a deep sigh, she waits for Mr Holden. Now Spring is back. She will do anything. From extreme to self-destructive, after all, in her previous life, she has done the worst. She can't help but surprise that Spring took six years to make sure her plan works. Letting her boyfriend work here until he gets fired for harassing her, letting Fanny or Nancy work there until she wins her heart and stealing Travis in a slow and perfect way. Her ambition is definitely dangerous. She waited for six years to destroy her happiness, then w
"How did you find me?" she asks, a trace of warmth crawling from her neck to her face. Travis stands before her, putting his hands in his pockets. His gaze is on her, unreadable. "I can find my wife anytime I want." Dawn rolls her eyes as she composes herself. "Are you stalking me?" "Why would I stalk you?" Travis asks, taking a seat across from her. "You should leave. I am meeting someone here," she says, crossing her arms. Travis says nothing, his eyes scanning her. "What did she say?" he continues, as if ignoring her. "I couldn’t get a restraining order since she didn’t do anything harmful to you. But because she has a history of harming others, I managed to get a restriction order against her until her case is resolved. She won’t be able to come near us—it will count as a threat from her side." Dawn sits up straight, watching him talk about a case she isn’t even aware of. Mr. Holden had given her some basic information, but now she asks, "What kind of case?" Travis
"Let's stop meeting frequently. I won't stop you from helping me with the investigation, but I definitely want you to stay away from me for a while!" Dawn says, her expression turning cold.She can't help but feel overwhelmed. The second trimester is going to be hard, and she's already feeling it. She’s been trying to avoid unnecessary stress, but it seems to come to her like a magnet."Dawn! Please let me explain! I didn't know that—!""I am repeating myself!" She cuts off his words. "Mr. Holden! I want time to think about it. So please!"Mr. Holden looks defeated but nods. Laura had left earlier, unwilling to meet her. Dawn knows she doesn't want to pursue any kind of relationship with the woman who left her. All she wants to know is her biological parents."I understand!" Mr. Holden smiles bitterly. "And here is some more information about the fraud case and... Travis’s involvement! There’s something wrong with his role in this case!"Dawn, who hadn’t been looking at him, finally t
Dawn sits on the balcony, her eyes on the cup of coffee. Her fingers trail the edge of the warm cup. She has been rearranging and rethinking everything. The revelation of her parents' identity, Travis's weird and suspicious behavior and actions—everything is driving her crazy. She can't understand what to think about Travis. If he was the mastermind of everything, why would he lead Spring to kill their son? If Travis knew everything from the beginning, why would he buy a company for her and never let her know? Because he wanted to give Spring everything once she was gone? Why would he even send Spring behind bars if he had a different motive? Maybe the future isn't changing, but she is just watching what happened behind the scenes in her past life. Maybe Travis indeed sent her to jail and didn't tell her everything. Or she was too busy playing family and raising her son that she didn't notice. Dawn finds herself pulling her hair and staring at the cup. What if Travis has returned
**Dawn's POV**Today is the 60th day since I returned to the past. A lot of things have happened during these 60 days, and I can't believe that somehow, I managed to pull them off within such a short period. Not gonna lie, I have always been in a bit of a hurry to finish my tasks, whether it was doing dishes or taking the blame for Spring. I always did everything as soon as possible. However, right now, all I can feel is weakness. Mom—Travis's mother—told me she felt energetic with Jim and Travis when she was in her second trimester but weak with Tiara. Although the doctor said that pregnant women become energetic in their second trimester, I feel completely opposite. I’ve had the worst morning sickness and exhaustion. I can’t ignore that I’ve started having that stupid thing—craving for my husband. It was natural for me to be driven by him previously. He attended every appointment, knew I was feeling this way, and did everything to seduce me as well. But this time, I should be
It was like a dream, or she should consider it a duty as a wife or, from Travis's side, his duties as a husband. However, whatever it is, Dawn can't shake off that uneasy feeling. She is not supposed to sleep with her own husband after everything that happened to her. She is yet to know if Travis has any direct connection with the murder. She knows Travis isn't that lowly of a person, but you can't trust anyone in this world, can you? Strangers don't betray you. Your close ones do. Dawn finds it eerily silent from Spring's side. Judging by Spring's personality, it's not a very good sign. She must be cooking up something to strike back. But Dawn wants to have her pregnancy journey in a quiet place, without any more stress. Recently, she had an appointment in their own house with one of their family gynecologists, and she talked about the bleeding problem. It's nothing serious, but she can't stress herself. In her previous life, she had a smooth journey with Travis and her in-laws
Five days ago, The last call Travis received from Dawn, saying she was being stalked by someone, sent a shiver down his spine. The link indicated that she was at a mall, waiting for Tiara. That was when she noticed the same person who had been in every shop they visited. At first, she didn't think much of it, but when she entered the women's restroom, she realized that the person was standing in front of the door, waiting. Unable to do anything with her heavily pregnant belly, she quickly sent a link to Travis, fearing that she might be in danger. Travis left everything behind and rushed straight to the mall. When he arrived, he found her crying, sitting on a bench with Tiara hugging her tightly. Later, he learned that Tiara had threatened the person for standing in front of the restroom like a creep, unaware that he had actually been stalking Dawn. Now, Travis's main focus is to find out who the stalker was while also handling the case of Butler Jacob. Sitting across f
Danny Parker, the boy with striking blue eyes and blonde hair, was always seated near Dawn in class. Despite the constant bullying she endured, Danny remained by her side like a shadow. He would often stand up for her, only to end up beaten by others. Surprisingly, Dawn felt deeply connected to him as a best friend. One day, while studying together in the library, she murmured, "I wish I could stay with you forever. Nobody wants me." Danny’s heart shattered at her words. In that moment, he vowed to be with her forever. But the word forever held different meanings in their two innocent yet exhausted hearts. Danny, a boy who despised being labeled a betrayal child, longed for someone to see him as just Danny, the way Dawn did. Dawn, weary and disheartened, yearned for a lifelong friend—someone who would stay with her for hours without questioning her worth. But their wishes never came true. Dawn had to transfer to another university under the pretense of her sister's decisio
The room feels like a cold, sterile storage unit rather than a place meant for recovery. Danny sits stiffly on the couch, his fingers twitching slightly as he watches the nurse. She moves with gentle precision, adjusting the IV drip before carefully drawing his blood for testing. The faint clink of metal instruments against glass echoes in the silence, amplifying the tension in his chest. A deep voice cuts through the air. “So.” Danny’s eyes flick to the man sitting across from him. Despite the overwhelming dominance radiating from him, there is an odd sense of security in his presence—rather than fear, Danny feels protected. “You knew they were hurting you?” A thin line forms between Danny’s lips, his expression darkening with quiet sorrow. “I know my body. And I know what kind of illness my father had,” he murmurs, his voice calm but laced with an underlying bitterness. “Even though I never showed symptoms, I knew exactly what medicine I needed to protect myself.” He i
When Fate Plays a Twisted GameDanny’s eyelids flutter open just as the IV drip ceases. A dull ache pulses through his body, and a sense of confusion washes over him. His mind struggles to grasp how his health had declined so suddenly. His gaze shifts to Mary, who sits beside him, her eyes filled with worry—a worry that feels too perfect, too rehearsed. "Danny! You have no idea how terrified I was! Your health declined so suddenly—I almost became a widow at twenty-three!" A pang of guilt settles in Danny’s chest, but he knows he cannot blame himself for his illness. He exhales slowly. "I thought this would happen around my thirties, not now…" He pauses before noticing the packed suitcases scattered across the room. "Are we going somewhere? You’ve been busy packing." Mary stills for a moment before approaching him. Wrapping her arms gently around his neck, she presses a soft kiss against his lips. "You don’t know how lucky I feel right now. Not only have you woken up, but one of
Henry’s eyes flutter open with a subtle grunt as the phone rings. Beside him, Mary remains asleep, curled beneath the blanket, her breathing soft and steady. Pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder, he stretches an arm toward the nightstand, reaching for the phone. "What’s the time—!?" His brows knit together the moment he sees the caller’s name. His breath catches, and his grip on the device tightens. "Im—Impossible!" he mutters under his breath, throwing the blanket off his legs in one swift motion. His gaze lingers on Mary, a flicker of hesitation and guilt clouding his blue eyes. But the name on the screen—it’s more than just a person to him. It’s a ghost from the past, one he had long believed to be buried. Moving with silent urgency, he slips out of bed and enters his study. Locking the door behind him, he settles before his desk, his fingers trembling slightly. With a press of a button, the monitor flickers to life, revealing the hidden camera feed of the bedroom. His eyes
"We must save him!"Just one line is enough to make her man do the impossible. Dawn has no idea that her husband can start an international conflict with a single snap of his fingers. Travis pulls the curtains and walks quietly toward his wife. She has finally drifted into deep slumber after crying in his arms about Danny. His fingers gently brush against her cheeks, wiping away the traces of her tears. "Dawn," he whispers, his voice soft and filled with warmth. "Don't cry for another man. It breaks me." He presses a tender kiss against her forehead. "The last thing I ever want to see is you in tears. Whether it's for me, Asher, or anyone else, just say the word, and I will do it, get it, or claim it for you. But don't cry." His gaze lingers on her, memorizing her peaceful expression. He doesn’t know if his love for her is enough. But even if it isn’t, he will love her more—more than anything in the world. After gently massaging her legs and feet, he steps out of the bedro
Death is a cruel truth that everyone tries not to remember. As time goes by, death creeps closer, an unavoidable fate lurking in the shadows.Danny's life hangs by the few wires connecting him to the machines in a private hospital. His once-handsome face has turned pale, as if someone has applied a lighter shade of foundation over his skin. The beeping of the monitor is steady but weak, a fragile tether between him and the world of the living.The sound of heavy footsteps echoes in the sterile room as a nurse walks in, her hands gripping a few syringes and a vial of blue liquid. Her expression is stiff, her every movement reluctant, as if she has been forced into this moment against her will."Just inject it and leave without making a noise."The command crackles through her earpiece, making her stiffen. She hesitates, her gaze darting toward the wall clock hanging above Danny's head. The second hand ticks forward, a cruel reminder that time waits for no one.Swallowing hard, she grip
Travis rests the iPad on the table and takes a deep breath. His eyes dart around, as if trying to grasp something that makes sense. A sharp exhale escapes his lips as he walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator. Grabbing a cold beer, he makes his way toward the master bedroom. Leaning against the doorframe, he takes a sip, his gaze fixed on Dawn. Longing, yearning, and a flicker of sadness reflect in the depths of his distinct blue eyes. "Even kindness leads to downfall, doesn’t it?" he mutters, feeling the cold beer burn down his throat. After standing there for a moment, lost in thought, he walks back to the balcony and grabs his phone. "Mr. Holden." "Yes?" Mr. Holden, who has been on the case, trying to dig up any information about Spring and her associates, finally shifts his focus to the call. "Don’t tell Dawn about this. She’ll be upset. I want her to enjoy her life without unnecessary worry." Travis takes another sip, his eyes scanning the horizon. "But…
Travis glances at his sleeping wife, his gaze softening as he takes in her peaceful features. Leaning down, he presses the gentlest kiss to her forehead, his lips barely brushing against her warm skin. A quiet sigh escapes him as he straightens, his movements careful, ensuring he doesn’t wake her. Without another sound, he turns and slips out of the room, closing the door with a soft click. The hallway is dimly lit, shadows stretching along the walls as the night settles over the house. As he moves toward the lobby, his footsteps are measured, his mind already consumed by the weight of his thoughts. He reaches the wooden rocking chair near the window and lowers himself into it, placing his laptop on his lap. The glow from the screen illuminates his face, casting sharp angles as his fingers move over the keyboard with quiet precision. With each passing moment, his expression hardens, his focus narrowing as he clicks through files and documents. The air around him grows heavier, thi